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Psychlone

Bear, Greg

ISBN 10: 1596873353 / 1-59687-335-3
ISBN 13: 9781596873353
Publisher: Ibooks, Inc.
Publication Date: 2009
Binding: Softcover
About this title:
Synopsis:
The nuclear bomb is the only weapon so terrible that it destroys not only the human body, but the human soul. But what of those souls that were not destroyed, but maimed and ruptured by the blast at Hiroshima? They are coming, across the Pacific ocean, leaving blood and destruction in their wake, searching for revenge. They are the Psychlone! Larry Fowler is a scientist—he doesn't want to be frightened by things he doesn't understand. However, he can't stop asking questions—questions that will bring him face to face with psychlone.

About the Author:
* #40 in the Millennium SF Masterworks series, a library of the finest science fiction ever written. * Blood Music won the Nebula and Hugo Awards in its original shorter form. * 'One of the few SF writers capable of following where Olaf Stapledon led, beyond the limits of human ambition and geological time' Locus * 'Arthur C. Clarke has his most formidable rival yet' The Times

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CHAPTER ONE
 
 
Evening was coming with autumn leisure to the White Mountains. Clouds hooked onto the distant peaks and fanned to the East in layered saucers. Their tops were gray-violet, but a single billow of white still rose above Earth's shadow. The air was cool, and gray shadows fell across the sinuous road. A light mist slipped between the trees and collided silently with the truck's windshield.
"You'll enjoy my dad," Henry Taggart said. "He's cut loose quite a few ties since Mom died."
"How do you mean?" Larry Fowler asked. His foot pressed hard against the bare floorboard as they banked into a curve.
"He's not crazy," Taggart said. He shot Fowler a worried glance. "I don't want you to get that impression."
"You mean he acts crazy?"
"No, his…philosophy is a bit strong for most people. He's been looking hard at death and making over his thoughts. Some of his talk gets pretty mystical."
Fowler nodded. He had known Henry Taggart for thirteen years, since high school. Taggart's father had always seemed a pragmatist. "He sold real estate, didn't he?"
"Best in his city for six years running," Taggart said. "I used to think that was a meaningless accomplishment. I respect him for it now."
"You've mellowed a lot."
"Me? How about yourself?"
"Both of us." They had been heavily involved in the counterculture of the late sixties, up and down the scales of drug experimentation, subdued political radicalism, acidrock music. Fowler had been drafted in 1970 and had served in Vietnam. Taggart had escaped the draft by giving up his student exemption for a three-month period when no one was inducted. They had gone their own ways since, communicating three or four times a year, finding pleasure in each other's company, but never the strong ties that had united them in youth. Even now, however, they would react in the same way to a given stimulus, or think up the same joke or pun and say it simultaneously, as though there were an invisible link between them.
Taggart had gone on to business school after college and now managed a chain of bookstores in Los Angeles and San Diego. Fowler had followed up on electronics training in the Army and gone into computer design. That they had
succeeded was evident by their dress. Taggart looked affluently woodsy--upper-class Sierra Club--in a fake-fur-collar mackinaw and twin-zipper Eurpoean blue jeans. Fowler was wearing a rust leisure suit and a pair of Taggart's hiking boots, a spare set unused until now.
"The world has us by the nose, I think," Folwer said. "Oh, for the good old adolescent funk."
Taggart smiled and offered him a cigarette, which he declined. The truck's headlights suddenly shot out above a broad green valley and Taggart pulled over to a clearing by the highway. They got out and looked at the last of the
daylight.
"Dad's cabin is on that low hill," Taggart said, pointing. Fowler saw a faint black speck in the general gray-green.
"No lights," he said.
"He should have them on soon," Taggart said. He sounded apprehensive.
"Where will the river be?"
"When the floodgates are opened next month, two little creeks will dribble around either side of the hill. The cabin's already been cleared by inspectors--no drainage or erosion problems. So he's planning to build a little log bridge to the road and stick it out."
Tiny lights came on far below.
"There. He burns every light in the cabin after dark."
"Lonely?"
"No," Taggart said. "You'll see."
Fifteen minutes later, the truck's oversized tires grumbled in the cabin's gravel driveway. Taggart shut off the engine and the headlights.
"Need help with the luggage?" he asked as Fowler hauled two suitcases and a cardboard box over the liftgate.
"Sure," he said. "The equipment is in the big metal one. I'll get these."
"What's in the box?"
Fowler grinned sheepishly. "I figured what with living in the woods and everything, your father wouldn't have this kind of stuff around."
"What kind of stuff?" Taggart asked. He pried open one corner of the box. "My God, it's full of Twinkies!"
"Not just Twinkies," Fowler said. "Marshmallows, candy bars, Cracker Jacks, you name it it's in there."
"I didn't know you were a junk-food freak."
"It hit me in Vietnam," Fowler said. "That was what I really missed about stateside." They carried the luggage to the front porch. The door opened before Henry knocked.
Jordan Taggart had aged a lot since Fowler last saw him. His nose was visibly hooked and his wrinkles had deepened into roadmap seams, showing all the directions his life had taken in sixty-eight years. Jordan looked them over carefully, squinting.
"Larry Fowler," he said, holding out his hand. His grip was still firm and dry. "Come in, come in. It's chilly this evening."
"So we noticed," Henry said. "It didn't take much talk to get Larry up here, Dad. Seems like he needed a vacation."
Fowler looked from father to son. They resembled each other more now than they had two years before. Henry would look more like Jordan the older he became, even to losing the same amount of hair in the same places.
"I've kept it near," Jordan said, shutting the door behind them and waving an arm at the comfortable furnishings. "It's warm, has room for my books, and the weather is generally peacefull around here. Winters are mild."
"Larry seems willing to help us, Dad."
Jordan shook his head. "I hope you haven't told him what I said."
"No, sir"
"Better he hear it from my own mouth. Better to judge me crazy directly."
"Here's the equipment, as much as I could muster," Larry said. "And some things you didn't mention specifically."
"Microwave detectors? I read about those."
"Yes," Fowler said, "and electronic thermometers with a chart recorder. Cameras with infrared film."
"What do you think we're up to?" Jordan asked.
Fowler shrugged. "Henry says you've been thinking a lot about death recently. Philosophizing." He sat on the oak-frame couch and looked at the book shelves above the fireplace. "You're looking for ghosts, I'd say."
"Still whip-smart," Jordan said. "I remembered you as smart. But you're not exactly correct this time." "No ghosts?"
"I'm not looking for anything in particular, Larry. You're in electronics now, aren't you?"
Fowler nodded.
"Borrow all this equipment from your company?"
"Yes."
"I'm not looking for something. I've already seen. Now I want to know what it is I've seen. You're well-versed in science, aren't you?"
"Not where ghosts are concerned."
"Not ghosts, I think," Jordan reiterated.
"I'm up on electronics and I read a lot of journals
otherwise. I can hold my own."
"Got a bunch of Scientific Americans myself. Henry gave me a subscription three years ago."
Henry sat in a recliner near the fireplace and pushed the chair back until he sighed with comfort. "You've held dinner, I hope, Dad?"
Jordan nodded, his face brightening. "If you can put up with corned beef and steamed vegetables."
Fowler wasn't enthusiastic, but hungry enough to accept the prospect. Jordan left the living room and began rattling pots in the kitched.
"Well?" Henry asked.
Fowler shrugged. "I'm open-minded. I don't think the equipment will do him any good. Other investigators have used similar stuff. What is he after?"
"I don't know," Henry said. "I've only stayed the night her twice. How open-minded are you?"
"Not a believer, if that's what you mean."
Jordan laid the food out on the dining-room table and brought out cans of beer. He preferred to eat in silence, apparently, and they did. The woods were preternaturally quiet, relieved only by the occasional sough of a dove. Henry finished his helping and slipped his fork onto the plate with a clink, leaning back.
"Larry's our man, Dad," he said. Jordan looked briefly at Fowler as he chewed.
"So he may be. I'm not the one, that's for sure. My brain doesn't have the cutting edge necessary for this."
Fowler examined the titles on the shelves behind him: Cosmic Consciousness, The Vampire in Europe, a threevolume set called Materials Toward a History of Witchcraft, scattered paperbacks with a sensational appearance and a long row of occult novels. He smiled. "Ghost stories bore me."
"Then we'll spare you campfire terrors tonight," Jordan said. "Gentlemen, I sleep and wake by the sun. I've held dinner only for you, and bad as it is for an old man to snooze on a full belly, I feel so inclined. You may sit up and talk if you wish. Good night."
When Jordan was in his bedroom with the door closed, Fowler leaned over the table and asked, "What in hell is going on?"
"Stay the night at least. You'll know as much as I do, which right now is nothing. He's not senile, Larry. I know him pretty well--we've gotten reacquainted in the last few years. He's just as skeptial as you and I."
"But these bools--"
"I know, some are ridiculous. Not all, however. There's genuine scholarship on that shelf."
"Mixed with a healthy dose of bullshit. All this Frank Edwards crap, Jeane Dixon, strictly National Perspirer stuff. Are you two trying to set me up for a night in a haunted cabin?"
"The cabin is two years old. I doubt if anything larger than a skunk has died in its vicinity since it was built. It's not haunted."
"Ah, but it rests on an old Indian mound, and--"
"Pocahontas won't disturb your sleep, either."
"Then the ancient wolf-spirit?"
"I don't know about that one. Dad's only described a few incidents, and I haven't seen anything."
"Jesus, I'm an engineer, Henry! You should have called in Hans Holzer."
"You'll spend a night in the peaceful woods and breathe clean air for a while. If nothing happens, it's a vacation, right? Or is your mind completely closed after all?"
Fowler gave him a pained look and backed his chair away from the table. "I deal with reliable things, things I understand. Death isn't my cup of tea."
"What about Vietnam?"
"I never got into direct combat. I saw a couple of idiots blown up playing chicken with a fragmentation grenade.
They didn't leave enough ...

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